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Dear Sally, So here I was on an idyllic Aegean island, sipping iced coffee on the hotel balcony overlooking the pool and writing my next best seller, 50 Shades of Greece. Dreaming of dark, unexplored places. And suddenly it all went wrong.

Dear Sally, I’m on my honeymoon with my husband Pieter and his mother. They’ve gone snowboarding and I’m stuck in front of a roaring fire with a glass of wine. I don’t think this is going to work. What should I do?

Agony Aunt Sally Slaughter sorts out the Christmas travel baggage problems of generous Roberta who is carrying a surfboard, and advises Joseph and his wife who are stuck in a snow storm.

Dear Sally, While on holidays in Transylvania, I met a tall, pale, handsome stranger. It was love at first bite. Now I want to take him home to meet my parents.

Dear Sally, My father’s last wish was to have his ashes scattered from The Matterhorn, Switzerland’s famous mountain peak. But when we arrived in Zurich, the airline had lost the bag containing his urn.

Dear Sally, We emailed His Majesty King Jigme Khesar Namgyel Wangchuck of Bhutan kindly requesting how the Court intends to invest all the income from tourism to improve the kingdom’s population lifestyle. So far, we’ve had no reply.